By Daniel Labbé Yáñez
's nine o'clock on a Wednesday night could have been anyone unless it is because I just decided that a street dog is sacrificed. "It was the best option: he had a dislocated hip and ruptured intestines, the vet told me, stammering slightly in front of my eyes moist and red with rage and shame ....
hour and a half ago before I got off a bus at the Plaza O `Higgins of Valparaiso. I had to cross to the bus terminal, but I did not do it without seeing a small dog, which at first had been slightly bumped by a micro, be reinstated.
I went and for a few seconds (delusional, think later), I gave him the favor of the doubt to the three police officers who, in the rain, headed to an official of Correos de Chile, or Chilquinta Esval , I thought trying to help. Kissing the ground, tried to reach the terrified dog that was now hidden under other micro stopped.
Suddenly, as with that combo full of rage that my twelve years and without warning put me on the cheek a schizophrenic, in which, unfortunately, I came across in the street woke up. With the handle of an umbrella that had just spend a paco that screamed like a subordinate, the official Post Office, getting Chilquinta Esval or walking the dog. After three blows to his stomach sickly literally caught him and dragged him.
The three cops were worried about what really brought them together: to resume the traffic, the officer receiving the congratulations of these, people gathered on the sidewalk to finally cross, to aggravate the "unfortunate" that hit a dog and slap back the hero.
The dog started as quickly as as he could, with its two hind legs stubbornly wanting to take the opposite side to the front bet.
I found two blocks away, with half of the body put in a pool, trying to get on a path. A person who went through where we were promised to let me know if it was open a nearby veterinary clinic, which eventually had to leave the dog in her arms to find it was locked.
From Santiago, Lorena got the addresses of other private places at that time could meet, because access to a public that would help me to wait until another day.
The veterinarian who received me in his office of independence with France only helped to imbibe more than they got a shower, when I spit out the $ 8,000 he charged for only listening to at that point given dog. It was the same one who threw the entry of your visit, when we expected the rain to calm down.
I think the other vet, who finally had to sacrifice, he read in my eyes what had happened, criteria applied and shared with me the cost of not allowing inevitably die tonight in the rain.
I walked into the terminal so steeped as it should be when a big cloud has decided to unload on you crying. Only temper got inside the deep hatred and rage that I declared the national art to fill the mouth, choking and indulge in a feast of sweet vows of solidarity, then look to the side, standing and running indifferent and without shame in front of a "dead dog."
Photo: Andrea Silva
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